My Last Plea

Disarm my thoughts of suicide

To my employer:

         Give me occupation.

To my lover:

         I open my doors and heart,

         Love me like you have never loved anyone before.

To my family:

         Accept me for who I am and who I am not.

To my community:

         Rid me of this loneliness; my drowning dead sea,

         Rid me of this empty ache that I have inside.

Suffering internal disease,

Lacking the love of her lips.

Walking on earth endlessly,

Following my heart to eternity.

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.02.27.01:02:45@130BklynNYC